Heart melting

Catching the bus outside the flat last night, the first stage of my latest trek to work, I was, within seconds of getting onto the vehicle, completely bowled over. And it wasn't desire, lust, like the encounter with the boy at Brent Cross a few weeks back. This was a case of being smitten by the sheer beauty of an individual, almost like love at first sight. He was 12, maybe 13, dark, almost black hair, blue eyes, flawless complexion, just a sprinkle of freckles across the bridge of his nose, all boy, but not 'little boy', just on that utterly perfect, from my perspective, cusp of boyhood and adolescence. Quite simply, the most beautiful boy I've seen in a very long time. A beauty almost beyond sexuality, and there certainly wasn't a conscious sexual component amongst the chaotic swirl of stuff in my head in the few minutes I was lucky enough to be close to him, almost, but not quite, close enough to have reached out and touched. He'll be another 'ghost', of course, I haven't the slightest expectation that I'll ever see him again, even though I could happily spend hours just looking at him. Exquisite, and exquisitely painful, all at once. And heart melting.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B